Jean hugged him tightly. “You’ve picked the right girl too, Terry. She’s a lovely, lovely girl: highly intelligent, full of laughter and very, v...ry pretty.“She’s all of those, Mum, and can read my mind like a book and reacts: sadly, sympathetically, gently, critically, happily and lovingly as appropriate. She’s very, very special.”Jean kissed him again. “Stay happy with her,” she whispered.She cornered Grace a little later and hugged her.“Thank you, Grace dear, for loving Terry as you do. Not. Lie to him and you will never be able to approach him again!”“Mom, you are over thinking this. It’s just words,” said Zoe. “I’m not going to hurt him? Really!”“What did he say to you when you lied to him,” said her mother.“Just that he would accept what I told him for now. I think he wants to think things over. I mean after the last time...” she said.“Yes, think things over. Zoe, I assure you, he already has. You need to go to him and tell him what you really feel. If you don’t love him, say. Also there was Amy to consider and whilst Mike was a good father he had no idea of how girls behaved “She needs discipline” Cynthia said “I cannot do it because I cannot see what she gets up to and her father is too soft on her”I knew full well what little Amy got up to but was not going to tell a dying woman that instead I agreed to be a surrogate mother both while Cynthia was alive and after passing. Amy had already gone to bed and so it was agreed that I take over as parent straight away Amy. They must have fucked five or six times that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first time that Aaron was sure he was going to tear her apart. “Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,” she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, warm cunt and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to think of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between.